There won’t be an Easter egg this time
I won’t wake up in the morning and find candy waiting for me.
You aren’t here this time.
I thought I’d be used to it by now. After all, you weren’t here last year either.
But somehow I still expect things to be normal again.
I sometimes want to write you an email telling you all about my life.
But then I realize that I won’t receive a reply with all your latest travel adventures and promises to meet soon.
I wish I had met you, you kept asking.
Thank you. For everything. Thank you for taking care of ma.
You are missed everyday but a little more on Easter.
I never knew what Easter was, I only knew to look forward to hearing from you.
This is about a very special person I used to know who was killed in a terrorist attack a couple of years ago. She was a wonderful lady and I wish she was here today. Please have a look at this website to know more – http://www.marthafarrellfoundation.org/
Unrelated note – I’m sorry I just write short strange sentences these days. My thoughts all feel very disjointed and I write how I feel.